lap.
"It smells delicious." She broke a piece off with her fork put it in her mouth. "Mmm, it is delicious."
After a round of sex in the shower, Gin ger and I drove to her condo for our one o'clock meeting with Amber.
After Ginger pulled her Jag into her space in the Central View high rise condominium parking garage, we took the elevator up to the 43 rd floor, and sauntered to apartment 4314. It was obvious from Amber's joyful reaction at the sight of Ginger that she cared deeply for her roommate. She practically leaped in her arms and hugged Ginger for a long time. "It's so good to see you—to know you're all right. She glanced at me and offered her hand. "I remember you. Brad, right?"
" Yes." I shook her hand and then Amber looked back at Ginger. She took her hand. "Come in please, both of you."
We entered the flat and Amber motioned us to sit down in the living room. A surprised look formed on her face when I sat on the couch and Ginger chose to sit right next to me and hold my hand.
" I made some fresh coffee. Would anyone like some? Or would you prefer wine?"
" Coffee is fine."
Ginger nodded her agreement. "Yes, coffee sounds perfect."
Amber turned on her heel and entered the kitchen. Minutes later she bounded back into the room and set a large tray holding a carafe, three mugs, cream, sweeteners, a plate of mini sandwiches, a plate of mini pastries and three small plates on the coffee table. "It's near lunchtime, so I brought out snacks too." She poured coffee, added cream and placed two each of the sandwiches and pastries on a plate for herself, then sat on the loveseat, directly across the coffee table from us.
Taking a deep breath, Amber sighed and said to no one in general, "Well, it seems things have changed. Are you romantically involved?"
Pouring coffee for both of us, I answered her, "We are involved in every way you can think of."
Half laughing, Ginger quipped. "We couldn't more involved if we were in each other's bodies."
Amber set her coffee down and took a bite of a sandwich. "So Ginger, what's this big mysterious thing that happened to you?"
Her laugh this time was almost hysterical as she blurted. "I'm going to let Brad answer, because despite his appearance, he's really me."
Amber blanched. She turned to me and stared. "Brad? Has my best friend gone mad?"
I wish Ginger hadn 't said that. I had wanted to ease into our crazy situation. Now it was a matter of damage control. "No, I really am your best friend. Let me start at the beginning."
By the time I finished, Amber 's eyes had rounded wide open and her jaw hung so low, it looked dislocated. "That is the wackiest, most cockamamie story, I've ever heard."
" I know, but it's true."
" Then prove it. Brad since you claim to be Ginger, what's my birthday?"
" February 27 th 1984. Amber is your middle name. Your real name is Dorothy Sinclair and you're from –"
Amber waved her hands. "Hold on, would you? Ginger could have told you all that. Let me ask the questions. Where did we meet?"
" At Rutgers on Orientation Day. We hit it off so we rented an apartment off campus together. We've lived together off and on ever since."
Amber asked a half dozen more questions, all of which I answered, then she asked, "Where do my parents live?"
" Nowhere. They were killed when you were three, by a drunk driver. Your maternal Uncle Ted and his wife Emily raised you. They live in Trenton. I have met them and their two boys. Nice family."
Amber rose. "All right, you've convinced me." She went to the liquor cabinet, returned with a bottle of Amaretto and poured it in her mostly empty coffee mug. She held the bottle up. "Anyone else?"
Ginger held her mug out. "Yeah, sure, I'll have some."
I held my cup out too and she filled them both.
She held her coffee mug up before taking a drink and said, "You have to realize this is a hard story to swallow."
" But it's true. I didn't know the answer to any of the questions you asked Brad."
Amber turned to
"It smells delicious." She broke a piece off with her fork put it in her mouth. "Mmm, it is delicious."
After a round of sex in the shower, Gin ger and I drove to her condo for our one o'clock meeting with Amber.
After Ginger pulled her Jag into her space in the Central View high rise condominium parking garage, we took the elevator up to the 43 rd floor, and sauntered to apartment 4314. It was obvious from Amber's joyful reaction at the sight of Ginger that she cared deeply for her roommate. She practically leaped in her arms and hugged Ginger for a long time. "It's so good to see you—to know you're all right. She glanced at me and offered her hand. "I remember you. Brad, right?"
" Yes." I shook her hand and then Amber looked back at Ginger. She took her hand. "Come in please, both of you."
We entered the flat and Amber motioned us to sit down in the living room. A surprised look formed on her face when I sat on the couch and Ginger chose to sit right next to me and hold my hand.
" I made some fresh coffee. Would anyone like some? Or would you prefer wine?"
" Coffee is fine."
Ginger nodded her agreement. "Yes, coffee sounds perfect."
Amber turned on her heel and entered the kitchen. Minutes later she bounded back into the room and set a large tray holding a carafe, three mugs, cream, sweeteners, a plate of mini sandwiches, a plate of mini pastries and three small plates on the coffee table. "It's near lunchtime, so I brought out snacks too." She poured coffee, added cream and placed two each of the sandwiches and pastries on a plate for herself, then sat on the loveseat, directly across the coffee table from us.
Taking a deep breath, Amber sighed and said to no one in general, "Well, it seems things have changed. Are you romantically involved?"
Pouring coffee for both of us, I answered her, "We are involved in every way you can think of."
Half laughing, Ginger quipped. "We couldn't more involved if we were in each other's bodies."
Amber set her coffee down and took a bite of a sandwich. "So Ginger, what's this big mysterious thing that happened to you?"
Her laugh this time was almost hysterical as she blurted. "I'm going to let Brad answer, because despite his appearance, he's really me."
Amber blanched. She turned to me and stared. "Brad? Has my best friend gone mad?"
I wish Ginger hadn 't said that. I had wanted to ease into our crazy situation. Now it was a matter of damage control. "No, I really am your best friend. Let me start at the beginning."
By the time I finished, Amber 's eyes had rounded wide open and her jaw hung so low, it looked dislocated. "That is the wackiest, most cockamamie story, I've ever heard."
" I know, but it's true."
" Then prove it. Brad since you claim to be Ginger, what's my birthday?"
" February 27 th 1984. Amber is your middle name. Your real name is Dorothy Sinclair and you're from –"
Amber waved her hands. "Hold on, would you? Ginger could have told you all that. Let me ask the questions. Where did we meet?"
" At Rutgers on Orientation Day. We hit it off so we rented an apartment off campus together. We've lived together off and on ever since."
Amber asked a half dozen more questions, all of which I answered, then she asked, "Where do my parents live?"
" Nowhere. They were killed when you were three, by a drunk driver. Your maternal Uncle Ted and his wife Emily raised you. They live in Trenton. I have met them and their two boys. Nice family."
Amber rose. "All right, you've convinced me." She went to the liquor cabinet, returned with a bottle of Amaretto and poured it in her mostly empty coffee mug. She held the bottle up. "Anyone else?"
Ginger held her mug out. "Yeah, sure, I'll have some."
I held my cup out too and she filled them both.
She held her coffee mug up before taking a drink and said, "You have to realize this is a hard story to swallow."
" But it's true. I didn't know the answer to any of the questions you asked Brad."
Amber turned to
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